tea_lover64 | Tea Break 5 Voice

[He had been left in the outskirts of the village after they had finished with him. It had been a particularly difficult couple of weeks while they were there. They had tested his physical limits, pain endurance, capability of his powers, and seemingly just what it would take to make him cry out in pain. Exhausted was an understatement, he felt thoroughly drained and doubted their claims that it would somehow help. They had enjoyed the process it seemed to him.

Laying on the ground there he contemplated just taking a nap right here. It would be delightful to just rest now, but people would be worried, and the comparative safety and comfort of the house would be welcome. Thankfully it seemed at least he would be able to communicate, the journal was right beside him. Lifting a stiff arm he flips it on.

He starts to try and say something for a moment before coughing for a few seconds, and takes an audible breath in. He winced as he took it in, seemed like that would take a little bit of time to heal]

H-hello, I hope I haven't worried anyone too much..

[He clears his throat and puts a little more volume in it]

This is Iroh, I'm in the forest, I can't tell exactly whereabouts. Normally I would find my own way back, but I am feeling a bit under the weather. I would appreciate any assistance, and if it is not too much to ask, a good cup of tea.

[A fortnight without tea was quite barbaric as well]

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Not everyone shares the same level of care and appreciation of tea, that is perfectly understandable.

[He'll just chat with some people and try not to pass out]

Yes. Precisely that fine. You time your absences so well, Iroh.

[If Iroh can't do more than crawl, riding is probably out of the question. He could just throw the man over Vakri's rump like a bag of potatoes, but he likes Iroh a bit too much for that.]

I see. I'll be in the area momentarily.

[He shuts the journal, tucking it away into a spatial pocket just in case he ends up in the wrong part of the woods. Then works a bit of magic to make the space he occupies and the area of the woods he thinks Iroh must be in equivalent. After that, all he has to do is step across.

In the woods, he doesn't immediately spot Iroh, but also didn't expect to.]

Iroh, can you hear me?

[Vash is going to be just a tad upset when he realizes that Iroh isn't as well off as he thought. Ah well, too late now. Vash makes his way into the forest, a large thermos full of water and pockets full of tea bags. He's always loved the forest; so full of trees and life that his home was sadly lacking. He had lost track of just how many times he had walked certain paths.

He just wished today's walk was for happier reasons. He starts speaking up as he comes close.] Iroh? Hey, old man! You still alive out here?

[What if a small, red monkey-like creature with a flame-like tuft of fur on his head wanders over?]

[It takes Iroh a moment to respond]

Hello?

[It wasn't something that he was particularly proud of or ashamed of. He had been a soldier long enough to not consider such things a prudent thing to discuss. That he would likely need to be practically carried out wasn't a matter of shame. There was a small part that you couldn't completely shut off though. Which said a man unable to walk himself is hardly a man at all regardless of the truth of the matter]

Loki...?

[Iroh is just sort of lying there]

Ah, hello there my little friend.

[Vash heads towards the voice he just heard call to him. Waving once he spots Iroh.] Hey there! Hope you didn't get too bored waiting for me. [Vash's eyes will roam slightly over the shorter man's body. Looking for at least any visible sign of injury.]

I hear you.

[A moment later, Loki emerges from the trees.]

Ah, not far off at all.

[He offers Iroh his hand. He'll see how much help the man needs to get back on his feet. He's not going to insult him with coddling.]

[Pansear carefully draws nearer before extending a paw, as if for a shake, with a friendly smile.

Pansear! [Sounding like it's introducing itself, before sounding more inquisitive.] Pan-pansear?

[Vash can see a variety of places where injuries seem to have occurred, and it looks like some surgery completed as well, though from the looks of the work it won't leave a lasting scar]

Oh, I managed to keep myself mostly entertained.

[Iroh will raise his arm up holding back a wince as he does so. He was accustomed to a certain amount of stiffness, but the pain was quite apparent]

[Iroh will raise an arm wincing as he does so, before smiling pleasantly at him]

Nice to meet you, Pansear. My name is Iroh.

That's good. [He holds up the thermos with a smile.] Brought you the water and tea bags just as promised. Still sure you want a cup here? Or you want to head home first?

[He doesn't see anything life threatening on the outside. Who knows what's hiding from those surgery lines? Either way, Vash doesn't like any of it.]

[All right, perhaps a little coddling is called for.]

Don't hurt yourself.

[He drops to one knee next to Iroh, then begins to help him sit with perhaps a surprising amount of care.]

Whatever did they do to you?

Paansear! [Drawing out the first sylable, cutting the second short, trying to mimic the pronunciation of Iroh in his language.

Pansear's smile falters when Iroh winces and he makes a lowering gesture with both his paws, as if trying to convey that Iroh should just stay down. He quickly starts going around him, fretting.]

Panpapansear? Pan-pan!

[Iroh gives a slight nod to that]

Well, it seems like they were testing the limits of my power, and of my body. How much pain I could tolerate, what made me able to fire bend.

[The exact details he won't elaborate on right now. The memory was still a bit raw in his mind]

Quite positive. Good company and some tea I think are a little more beneficial right now.

Don't worry little fellow. I will manage. I have someone coming to get me soon.

[He gives a reassuring as possible smile]

Ah. They do seem to like that sort of thing. I've been their guest a time or two before. [For a moment he presses his lips tightly together, not wanting to recall that particular incident so keenly.]

Do you wish to go to your house or the clinic?

[Unless there's a lot of blood involved, he still has a difficult time telling how badly off mortals are. They're all just so pathetically fragile.]

You didn't happen to bring tea did you?

[He'll live, but better to go three days without food than one without tea, and he'd gone two weeks. It was awful]

[He laughs.]

If you wanted delivery, you ought to have asked.

To my house then, I suppose.

[He takes a firmer hold on Iroh.]

Don't resist me. [And then we'll be teleporting...]

Well, I had thought I had.

[He raises an eyebrow at the statement]

Don't resist you?

Not in as many words. I though it a general statement. [...whatever. Humans.]

Don't resist the magic.

[And with that, he weaves together another teleportation spell with a small movement of his fingers, and pulls Iroh across the suddenly discontinuous space. Into Loki's living room, to be precise.]

[Iroh's eyes widen as he is suddenly transported into the living room]

How incredible. That certainly must make travel easier.

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